Chapter 255 Manjiang Red Twilight Spring.

Now there are two suspects who are already known.

Therefore, after leaving the Shen Mansion, they did not go back to the county office, but went directly to Qilipu.

Qilipu is just the name of a street, and most of the people living there are down-and-out scholars, although they are shabby, but they are full of literary flavor, of course, because of the complexity of human nature, among these so-called literati, there are also people with low moral character.

In this place of Qilipu, every day there will always be some scholars sitting on a small tea stall, drinking tea and reciting poems and lyrics, sometimes when they encounter good words, everyone can't help but sing all over the street.

Although they are poor, they may have fun in their misery, and they are accompanied by poetry, but they are also good.

When Hua Lang and others came to Qilipu, they encountered this situation, several scholars on a tea stall chanted the poems they made last night one by one, and then compared and appreciated each other, and when they encountered good words, no matter who wrote them, they would make a bowl of tea first.

It seems that these scholars are so strange, but those who understand the taste of them naturally understand.

It is not difficult to find someone in Qilipu, but it takes some time, and Bao Zheng is worried that if they ask Sun Yiwen where he is one by one, it may alarm Sun Yiwen and cause him to abscond, so they think it is better to find a few scholars to ask, Sun Yiwen is also a scholar, so he is naturally familiar with the scholars here, and if he asks, he should be able to find Sun Yiwen faster.

It's just that who asks is a question, although these scholars have a low status, but the scholars of the Great Song Dynasty are stubborn, or a little arrogant, if Bao Zheng asks, they may not give any face, let the officials ask, but I am afraid that they will not believe it, and after thinking about it, Hualang and Gongsun Ce will ask.

Hua Lang and Gongsun Ce are both scholars, and it should be the most suitable for scholars to communicate with scholars.

And although Hua Lang is not a scholar, he can't say it directly, otherwise it will be a little inappropriate to make everyone suspicious, so Hua Lang has no choice but to act as a scholar.

When he came to those scholars, Gongsun Ce first saluted, and then asked, "Excuse me, where does Sun Yiwen live?" ”

Those scholars were chanting poems and lyrics, Yaxing was full, and when Gongsun Ce asked him this, he suddenly felt that he had swept Yaxing, so he said impatiently: "On this street, go find it yourself, sweep our Yaxing, do you know how many good words we make less." ”

Seeing that these scholars were so rude, Hua Lang felt a little angry in his heart, so he stepped forward and said coldly: "A few people who are so unpopular in poetry dare to speak out here, what a shame for scholars!" ”

Hua Lang is clearly a provocation, those scholars are very arrogant, when have they been so insulted, others can say that they have no money, but they must not say that their poetry is not in the stream, this is the insistence of the literati, of course, it is also their insistence, now some people say that their poems are not in the stream, how can they give up.

It's just a scholar, and you can't do things with your hands, so at this time, one of the literati smiled coldly and said, "We were working on a word about twilight just now, if you can make a poem that convinces us, then it's easy to say, how about I personally lead you to Sun Yiwen's house?" ”

When Gongsun Ce heard this, he immediately panicked, this is not to say that he can't make poetry, but poetry is not something that can come casually, and in terms of poetry, it is difficult to compare, if these scholars do not agree, wouldn't it be sad to pass this level?

So at this time, Gongsun Ce wanted to hint to Hualang not to compete with these scholars, but they refused to say, so they would go to find someone else.

It's just that Hua Lang just can't get used to these scholars, so he wants to give these scholars a good look, of course, Hua Lang can't do lyrics, but fortunately he doesn't need to compose lyrics, he just needs to chant a song.

At this time, Hua Lang looked at the scholars and shouted: "Pen and ink waiting!" ”

Those scholars were shouted like this, and they also had some palpitations, so they hurriedly brought the pen and ink, but after the pen and ink were brought, they found that there was no paper, and when they looked at it from afar, they found that there was a canvas at the tea stall, so they didn't care whether the tea stall owner was willing or not, those scholars brought it, and the tea stall owner was also curious, and wanted to see the competition between these scholars, so he didn't say anything, and if the scholar in front of him really did a good job, maybe it could also promote the business of his tea stall.

Several scholars pressed the canvas against the wall and asked Hua Lang to come, but Hua Lang did not shirk it, picked up the pen and wrote on the canvas: Manjiang Red Twilight Spring.

After the five big characters were written, those scholars didn't feel anything surprised, after all, many people have used the name of Man Jianghong, and they have written a lot of good works, they want to look at the content of the word, not the name of the word.

Hua Lang smiled lightly and continued to write: I live in Jiangnan, and I have passed the Qingming cold food. In the flower path, a wind and rain, a mess. The red and pink darkness goes with the flowing water, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense. Count every year, fall all the thorn tung flowers, cold and weak.

As soon as this Shang Xuan came out, those scholars were stunned, their palms began to tremble, and the canvas on the wall was about to fall, Gongsun Ce chanted softly on the side, and suddenly felt full of charm, as if there were pictures of flowers ruined in the twilight of spring in front of them, which made people think about it.

And among those scholars, one of them couldn't help but shout: "Good words, good words, really good words!" ”

Wen Meng and Hua Wan'er didn't understand poetry, they only felt that these words were extremely comfortable to read, and now they heard those scholars applaud, so their hearts were full of pride, and they almost rushed up and shouted loudly.

Hua Lang was secretly proud in his heart, and then continued to write: The courtyard is quiet, and the empty memories are empty. There is nowhere to say, and it is very idle. Afraid of the wandering warbler ru Yan, I learned the news. Where is the ruler now, and there is still no trace of the clouds. Insulting people, ashamed to go to the upper floor, flat and green.

As soon as this rhyme came out, the whole scene was quiet for a while, Wen Meng looked at it, and thought to himself, could it be that these sentences written by Hualang were not good, so that these scholars didn't like it?

Thinking like this, Wen Meng was about to hold grievances for Hualang, but at this time, Gongsun Ce suddenly shouted: "Wonderful, if there is only Shang Run, this is just a poem describing the scene of late spring, but as soon as this Song comes out, the artistic conception of the whole poem immediately rises to a height, touching the scene, good, good, good!" ”

After Gongsun Ce finished speaking, those scholars also hurriedly echoed: "This is the best word we have ever seen to write about Duchun, this brother, a few of us were offended just now, please forgive me, I don't know what Brother Tai is called, can we still learn from each other in the future?" ”

It was only at this time that Wen Meng finally put his mind at ease.